Get Out, 2015!

This will be a short entry, I promise. It will be short because it will not be long on sentiment. Don’t get me wrong, I did have a few fun moments in the year, but overall this year was the kidney stone from hell. Not that I’ve ever had a kidney stone, but I hope you get the idea.

Besides, the longer I write the less time I have to spend on more noble New Year’s Eve activities, like dipping nasty chips into freshly made California onion dip, or noshing on homemade hor derves, or derbes, damn, why can’t I write hors d’oeuvres…anyway,  noshing on toasted slices of rye and pumpernickel cocktail bread topped with pepperoni and melted cheddar or swiss cheese…ahh, who could write with those little treats waiting to be consumed.

Scram, 2015!

Your memory will linger long after you’re gone. In fact, your spirit of vile discourse will spill over into 2016 because the likes of Herr Donald will not allow the rules of etiquette to spoil his fun. On the other hand, Trump's pronouncements on everything he is not qualified to pronounce - which, come to think of it, is nearly everything - is a sure sign that there will be plenty of blog gold to mine in 2016.

Thank you, blog gods!

Leave already, 2015!

Ah, my snack plate is empty and I must refill to thrill my palate once more. So adieu, dear readers, for now! Go and frolic in the year's waning hours, eat, drink and be merry! Or is it make merry? Or is it make Mary? Oh, whatever! Laugh, enjoy, and feel free to kick 2015 in the keister as it departs way too slowly.

See you next year…

(Thank you for reading! Seriously, 2015, are you still here?)